So....I've missed classes twice this week. Missed Monday's Media Law because I woke up, flipped over my watch, and it read "11:04." Class is at 10. Needless to say, that started a miserable Monday with the Friends theme song stuck in my head. We were just listening to a lecture on the FCC anyway.
Read through The Hunger Games again for research on an essay due next week; it didn't get much better the second time around. (The best was Mockingjay, because the series ended there. And also, it dove deeply into the role of the media during wartime, which was really interesting.) Also reading through The Book Thief right now, also as research. It's depressing, but a good read so far. Mainly just due to the WWII setting; the narration hopscotches all through time crazily.
Missed today's Media Law because of being at a funeral. My dad's mom died Saturday night, so went home yesterday afternoon, the funeral was today, and now back in Claremore. It's been a long, tiring day. Which is really the rule this semester...
It was, I think, the quickest funeral I've ever seen. And one of the emptiest, too. Not just because basically nobody showed up - maybe fifteen or twenty family members and maybe twenty-five other people - but in terms of content, too. There just wasn't much material to work with; it was almost like Bob Miles Sr's death in Philip Gulley's Signs and Wonders. At the end of the day, like you could just say, "Well....Bob sure did like Cheetos", there was only "Well...Judy loved shopping." Her husband Jim hung in there well during the service. Not sure anybody else felt anything. I felt bad for Dad; now both his parents are gone, and then he's got school and work and his inspections on top of getting all the arrangements ready. Mr. Steeley came to the funeral for him, which was good to see.
Glory's and May's kittens are tiny fuzzballs of adorability; May's have their eyes open now, and are just barely getting the use of their leg muscles to wobble around in tentative exploration and the opening discovery of playtime. Glory's are still mostly sleeping and eating with their eyes shut. Anyway, Caleb and Trevor are enjoying having a set of kittens in their closets. (Incidentally, in the highly-developed imaginary world we made up around the property years ago, there was a tiny community called "Closet", and the school's mascot was the Kittens.) Captain gave me a hug as soon as I walked in the door, and right behind that was Banjo's enthusiastic slurps. Rags was happy to see me, too. Everybody wished I could've stayed longer, but there's a ton to get done before this semester's over. (Assuming it ends.) And then it'll be summer, so I'll be home then.
Talked to Amanda for a while once I got back, which was needed. It's weird...we never met until that second year of camp, and then because of Jessica, but it's like we're siblings. Completely unrelated as far as blood, but she counts as family. Why is that adoptive connection made so strongly when the biological strain of a grandmother is alien?
Jessica's plowing through nursing school, hanging in there. We talk about once a week, kind of encouraging each other to keep going one more hour at a time. Courtney's planning on starting nursing school in January if everything falls right, so that'll probably be pretty tough. Maybe Sandi could give her advice or something.
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